Death walks slowly down the street
with the hood pulled way down low
ain't no sound no not even his feet
his hourglass ready to go
are you ready hey are you ready for this
are you sitting on the edge of your seat
out of the doorway the soul-scythe rips
the end prepare to meet yeah
'bomp' 'bomp' 'bomp'
another goes to the dogs
'bomp' 'bomp' 'bomp'
another falls off his log
and another one gone and another one gone
another one down the bogs
hey I'm gonna get you too
another one pops his clogs
With apologies to Freddie Mercury (1946 – 1991) & Queen
We navigate together, two souls reflected in each other.
In every shared memory, in every shared dream,
We are connected by invisible threads, by thoughts that intertwine,
Between the desire to know each other and the fear of completely opening up,
We find beauty in the fragile balance of our connection.
And thus, in the twilight of silences and unspoken thoughts,
We find ourselves in each other, two mirrors reflecting infinitely,
In a dance of souls that never stops,
Until the last breath, until the last thought.
When you love her, listen to her with all your being,
Be present in every word, in every sigh,
In every glance that reveals her universe to you,
Be there, on the edge of your seat, leaning towards her,
Be there, searching deeply into her eyes, without frightening her.
Feel every nuance of her voice, every hidden emotion,
Let yourself be absorbed by her interests, make them your own,
Capture her heart with care, like a precious treasure,
And never let it go, because in this dance of souls,
In this magical and melancholic weaving of existences,
You will find the beauty and mystery of true love.
Fun can be frenzied
Fun can relax
Fun's sometimes exciting
Other times kicked back
Five seconds left
Team's up by one
On the edge of your seat --
Adrenaline-fueled fun
A day at the beach
Sun, surf and swim
No rush, nothing hurried
~ Fun's lazy whim
Listen to her with all of you
Your fists clenched
Your lips together
Your head moving, slightly, side to side
Perched on the edge of your seat
Tilt your spine forward
Search for the soul deep within her eyes
Gently ... Don't frighten her
Make her feel she is the most important person in the whole world
Nothing else matters except what she is telling you
Hear what is in her voice
Her interests ... become yours
Capture her heart
Never let it go
If someone stutters that you meet
Just think of it like it's a treat
You might extol
It's a drum roll
Keeping you on the edge of your seat!
If you are at a crossroad, try the church with that name.
Sinners and saints are all glad that they came.
You can feel God’s presence in this southern place,
And friends come each week to bask in His grace.
With voices like angels, each week the choir sings,
To prepare for the sermon the preacher will bring.
Sharing the good word, he keeps you on the edge of your seat.
Hearing the gospel has never been such a treat!
Cameras connecting
you to the war
dialogue telling you
why and what for.
At the very moment your
eyes fill with tears
Someone says something funny
and you laugh with no fears.
A brilliant combination of
danger and love
Humanity portrayed
making you a part of.
This series that kept
you on the edge of your seat.
Evoking emotion
while soldiers compete.
I'd watch with my father
a man of the law.
He'd teach me the reason
people fight and then crawl.
I would escape into
the television set
Pretending I was no
rookie, but a vet.
Captain, Corporal
Father or Major
They made wartime bearable
so I'd watch and then wager.
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